It's said that a person's past defines who they are, but for Isobel, the past was the least of her concern. No, Isobel was focused much more on the future, on the glimpses of the future that filtered through to her awakened senses, and truth be told, there was little surprise that the woman who lived not only in the here but also the there was not one to put down roots anywhere.
She grew up in a commune in England, the only daughter of two mages who were thrilled when their offspring took to the same traditions they did when she finally awoke. She grew up knowing an open lifestyle where sex, drugs, and music were the tools used to open the senses and touch the universe around them. Isobel took to the tradition like a fish to water, and it was soon discovered that the little blonde flower had the gift of seeing the future.
Her parents decided to up and move when Isobel was 17, and across the pond they jumped for some opportunity her parents saw in the United States. They landed in New York, another commune and plenty of foreign-sounding accents to Isobel's ears. She didn't stay but for a few years (because staying in one place was starting to make her soul itch) before she hit the road herself on a journey of self-discovery.
It was just her and a backpack as she roamed the world, backpacking south through the United States and further, before hopping the ocean once again to explore northern Africa and through to Asia. She made her way telling fortunes through whatever tools she had, whether it be palms or cards, thrown rocks, or simply staring into the night sky to see what the heavens had to tell her. Drugs helped that sight, helped her loosen her soul from its shell, shaking free to comb through the threads of Time to catch glimpses of what was to come. Her predictions were accurate, startlingly so, but Isobel was keen enough to pack up and move on before the natives became too suspicious.
She might have continued wandering, refusing to put down roots in any one location, had she not gotten word while she was on a beach in Thailand that her mom had passed. No details, not over the email, but Isobel didn't hesitate to book the next flight home. As free and loving as her mom might have been, the funeral was a somber thing that bothered Iso more than she wanted to admit. It left her unsettled, unsure, and she left with a hell of a lot more on her shoulders than she had come with.
Isobel took more than just a backpack with her when she left this time, her spirit unsettled even as she hopped across the states, her wandering more aimless than normal. There were stops in Florida, through the midwest, and further over the Rockies. She was looking for something, a sign, a signal, something that would resonate with her. The future was easy to read for everyone else, but her own was a black void that refused to be touched. So when she felt something upon seeing the sign that the town of Brim Lake was only 27 miles away, Isobel listened.
Her future might have been hidden from her eyes, but she knew enough to listen to Fate when it had something to say.
Isobel awoke into the magical tradition called the Cult of Ecstasy. Her abilities are primarily focused on Time, more specifically fortune telling. She can see glimpses of the future, or at least possible futures, and she channels this primarily through the use of cards and palms. She's a recreational drug user, chasing the enlightenment that comes with the high.
While her predictions have a fairly high accuracy, there is nothing absolute about what she can see. They are, after all, just threads of possibility. Threads break and new ones are formed, and without constant watch, there's no way she is ever 100% accurate.